Earlier I had been full of bravado, lust and vigour as I had watched her prepare her body and clothes for her date. The date I had arranged. The date ...he had agreed to at my insistence and had pleaded with me not to pursue and eventually had bowed to my relentless pressure for her to date another guy; someone known to both of us. Not a friend, but a work colleague of hers. A guy who had pursued her for a while as I had discovered only recently and the guy she had chosen once I had convinced her. So I let him do what he was doing.He got bold and his next step was to untie his pyjamas and take one of my hands and put it on his penis while he opened my shalwaar and put his hand on my vagina. His penis was long and thick so I got too scared and moved my hand off his penis. But he continued to move his hands around my vaginal area slowly bringing his fingers around my clit and rubbing it. Till now I was trying to hold his hand and remove it but with each stroke of his finger to my clit, I. “No way!”“We’ll come and get you,”When a shake awakened me a few nights later, “Barefoot,” I was instructed. I couldn’t tell at first which twin it was, but the blue nightgown meant Betty.It was dark in the linen closet, but the girls had an EverReady, moving aside a stack of towels, removing the shelf, and popping open an access to a crawl space below the porch rafters.Betty went in first. Aida followed, then me, the three of us hands-and-kneeing to where there were two nail holes in Andrew’s. Wine finished, we move onto gin, it's our ritual, our way of enjoying the night and each other's company, when at 1 am I stand, take her glass and say "Bedtime brat" She's not expecting it, nor is she happy, we'd just started a second bottle, I'd finally relented and allowed her to lower her dress, and now I was sending her to bed. "Into your PJ's and in the corner, I'll be up in a minute half pint" With a gentle slap on her behind I send her up and start locking up, clearing up and closing.